Winter Afternoons

There's a certain Slant of light -

Winter Afternoons -

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes -

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us -

We can find no scar,

But internal difference,

Where the Meanings, are -

None may teach it - Any -

'Tis the Seal Despair

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air -

When it comes, the Landscape listens,

Shadows - hold their breath -

When it goes, 'tis like the Distance

On the look of Death -

Emily Dickinson